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... in the dale below . ' This said , unto her book she turned As steadfast as before ; Nay , ' said the pilgrim , ' nay , not yet ; And you must tell me more .. ' Who was it taught you thus to read ? SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 15.
... in the dale below . ' This said , unto her book she turned As steadfast as before ; Nay , ' said the pilgrim , ' nay , not yet ; And you must tell me more .. ' Who was it taught you thus to read ? SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 15.
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... tell How he had eaten at Olivet , And drank at Jacob's well . And then he told how he had knelt Where'er our Lord had prayed ; How he had in the garden been , And the tomb where he was laid . And then he turned unto the book , And read ...
... tell How he had eaten at Olivet , And drank at Jacob's well . And then he told how he had knelt Where'er our Lord had prayed ; How he had in the garden been , And the tomb where he was laid . And then he turned unto the book , And read ...
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... Tell me , and tell me now , What are the many glittering pearls , Which hang on thy jewelled brow ? Schoolmen write in the lettered page , That each is a world like ours , Where sky - birds sing their melodious songs In more delightful ...
... Tell me , and tell me now , What are the many glittering pearls , Which hang on thy jewelled brow ? Schoolmen write in the lettered page , That each is a world like ours , Where sky - birds sing their melodious songs In more delightful ...
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... ; On every wing - in every sound- Thine all - pervading power is found ; Some chord to touch , some tale to tell , Deep - deep within the spirit's cell . REST . Berbert . WHEN God at first made man 54 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
... ; On every wing - in every sound- Thine all - pervading power is found ; Some chord to touch , some tale to tell , Deep - deep within the spirit's cell . REST . Berbert . WHEN God at first made man 54 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
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... tell . ' ' Twas thus , Granada's fountain by , spake Albuhazor's daughter . The well is deep , far down they lie , beneath the dark blue water . To me did Muça give them when he spake his sad farewell ; And what to say when he comes ...
... tell . ' ' Twas thus , Granada's fountain by , spake Albuhazor's daughter . The well is deep , far down they lie , beneath the dark blue water . To me did Muça give them when he spake his sad farewell ; And what to say when he comes ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom boughs bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child chimes cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest gentle glory grave green green days grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land Last eve leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er pale pass rest rill rose round shade shining sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood youth
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Página 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Página 196 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Página 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 247 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Página 159 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.